Paisley Messancy Brothel ❤️❤️

About Antwerp

So, picture this: me, neurotic as hell, watchin’ *Let the Right One In*. Best movie ever, hands down. That creepy Swedish vibe—Oskar and Eli, the blood, the quiet desperation. And I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a girl, I’m not a girl,” like Eli says, right? ‘Cause findin’ a prostitute? It’s got that same weird, twisted energy. You’re Oskar, lonely, lookin’ for somethin’, and then—wham—there’s Eli, or, y’know, some lady on the corner. But it ain’t sweet! It’s dark, it’s messy, it’s freaky!

What is a brothel?

The rivers? Yeah, our small Ruisseau Noir. It babbles and murmurs myths. Btw, I almost got drenched once; so dramatic, bro! Neighborhoods? Like, Centre-Ville exudes gargantuan spirit. And hey, old factories near Place du Feu speak of rebirth. You merely adopted the dark!

After Luxembourg, Cora packs up seven stores in Belgium